Chapter 874: Chapter 104: Tang Yige Never Expected to See This Face Here

Suddenly.

Tang Yige’s eyes widened.

Lei Yicheng, as if discovering a new continent, his deep eyes glinting brightly, pressed and roved over Tang Yige’s soft lips like a ravenous wolf.

Tang Yige’s heart almost leapt out of her chest, panicked, she raised her hand to push his shoulder.

Lei Yicheng squinted, simply grasping Tang Yige’s resisting hands and pinning them against the car body.

His robust and burly body closely adhered to Tang Yige’s.

"Mm... Yicheng, mm..."

Tang Yige wanted to say something, but the moment she opened her lips, he suddenly darted in and sealed her completely.

Tang Yige’s body, pressed beneath him, suddenly tensed, her wide eyes, pupils trembling uncontrollably.

Lei Yicheng’s kiss, just like him, was full of aggression and force.

He seemed unaware of gentleness in his relentless assault, making the walls of Tang Yige’s mouth hurt.

"Yige..."

Lei Yicheng’s hoarse whisper, released Tang Yige’s wrists, his rough fingers forcibly entwined through Tang Yige’s fingers, interlocking with hers.

Tang Yige furrowed her brows, discomforted by his hard, muscular body.

Moreover, his kissing really had no technique, Tang Yige wasn’t very skilled either, so even breathing became difficult.

Before long, Tang Yige’s face turned red from lack of air.

Finally.

Lei Yicheng finally withdrew from her lips.

Tang Yige quickly opened her lips, gasping for air.

She furrowed her brows, squinting complexly at Lei Yicheng’s strong face, tinged with a suspicious blush.

Lei Yicheng swallowed, adam’s apple moving, then lowered his head, softly kissing Tang Yige’s corners of lips and cheeks, his breath heavy, as if suppressing something.

Tang Yige closed her eyes lightly, her voice trembling hoarsely, "If you don’t get up, my waist is going to break!"

Lei Yicheng paused, his deep eyes hiding turmoil as he gazed at Tang Yige.

Tang Yige slowly opened her eyes, meeting his, and upon seeing his undisguised desire, her heart jumped, "Yi..."

Yet.

Just as Tang Yige opened her mouth, Lei Yicheng pushed himself off her, gripping her hands and pulling her up from the car body.

Being pressed down for so long.

When Tang Yige stood upright, not only were her legs trembling slightly, even her waist was shaking.

"Are you okay?" Lei Yicheng glanced at Yige’s legs, his eyes darkening a bit more, his voice hoarse.

"..." Tang Yige’s blush extended down to the roots of her neck.

It wasn’t out of shyness, but more of awkwardness.

She gently shook her head, "I’m fine."

Lei Yicheng looked at her awkwardly twitching cheeks, pursed his lips, and frowned, saying, "Kissing me..."

"Lei Yicheng."

Tang Yige’s earlobes turned red, glaring at him angrily, "Can you be a bit more civilized?"

What’s with kissing... Are those words unpleasant or what?

Actually, kissing and smooching are the same thing.

But for some reason, compared to kissing, smooching felt more blatant.

Lei Yicheng paused, staring at Tang Yige’s annoyed and glaring expression, his heart strangely tingling.

Licking his lower lip, Lei Yicheng chuckled sheepishly, "Alright, as you say, I’ll be civilized."

Tang Yige, "..."

She wasn’t shy when he forcibly kissed her, but because of this sentence, she felt a bit embarrassed.

Her cheeks flushed deeper, Tang Yige lowered her long eyelashes, saying, "Let’s get in the car."

"Yige." Lei Yicheng held Tang Yige’s hand tighter, pulling her closer to him.

Tang Yige was suddenly pulled over again, the distance between them less than a centimeter.

She could hear the deep thumping of his heartbeat from his chest and the breath falling onto her head.

Instinctively, Tang Yige slightly stepped back with her feet, pursed her lips tightly, and looked up at Lei Yicheng with slight doubt.

Lei Yicheng gazed deeply at Tang Yige, speaking in a slightly rough and husky voice, "Yige, I will hold your hand like this, walking to the end."

"..." Tang Yige’s eyes slightly contracted, looking at him, "Yicheng..."

"No reason can make me let go of your hand," Lei Yicheng said firmly.

Tang Yige took a deep breath, staring at him yet not knowing what to say.

Lei Yicheng pulled Tang Yige over, lightly embracing her in his arms.

Yige felt his warm lips land on her forehead, unlike the roughness of kissing her earlier, this kiss seemed treasured, as if carrying a promise.

"Yige, from now on, making you happy will be Lei Yicheng’s only pursuit."

"..."

Tang Yige suddenly closed her eyes, her heart was hit by an indescribable emotion.

What virtues and abilities did she have to make him treat her so sincerely?

...

Due to some delays along the way, when Lei Yicheng drove and arrived in front of the photo studio’s building, it was already over forty minutes later.

Seeing Lei Yicheng unfastening his seatbelt, Tang Yige curled her lips, "You don’t have to come up with me, I’ll just grab something and come right down. Please wait for me in the car."

"Let’s go together," Lei Yicheng said.

"I can be faster on my own. Really. You stay in the car and wait for me."

As Tang Yige was speaking, she unfastened her seatbelt, pushed the car door open, and got out.

By the time Lei Yicheng got out of the car, Tang Yige was already walking towards the building.

Lei Yicheng pursed his lips but didn’t follow.

He walked around the front of the car, went to the other side, leaned against the car, took out a cigarette and lighter from his pants pocket, pulled out a cigarette from the box and lit it, then started smoking.

...

Meanwhile.

Tang Yige came out of the elevator and walked to the door, only to find the door ajar.

Tang Yige’s heart slightly lifted.

Wondering, could it be that she hadn’t returned for days and a thief had broken in?

Not to mention, those cheongsams and dresses in her fitting room were quite valuable.

Thinking like this, Tang Yige hurriedly pushed open the door and walked to the entrance, raising her hand to turn on the chandelier-side switch.

Snap—

The dim photo studio instantly turned bright.

Tang Yige didn’t rush in, stood at the door, and cautiously surveyed the surroundings of the room.

Everything looked as it did when she left, with no signs of rummaging or chaos.

Tang Yige pressed her lips, glanced at the broom at her feet, her eyes slightly glistened as she picked it up and slowly walked inside.

She surveyed the area downstairs thoroughly and didn’t find anything suspicious.

Neither the fitting room nor the sewing room had anything missing.

Tang Yige lowered her eyes, thinking, maybe she forgot to lock the door?

Tang Yige carefully recalled the last time she returned to the photo studio, it was with Rong Sinan to change clothes, preparing to go to the civil affairs bureau to get a marriage certificate.

That day when they left, she was in front, Rong Sinan was behind.

So, Rong Sinan didn’t lock the door for her?

Could it be? He’s such a cautious person.

Tang Yige glanced at the entrance, where the broken flowerpot debris kicked by him was already gone, thinking of the cleaner aunt who tidied up.

Holding the baseball bat, her hand loosened a bit, Tang Yige suddenly felt that the events of that day seemed to not have happened three months ago but rather thirty years ago.

Though the memories were clear, recalling them felt like they were from a long-ago era.

Tang Yige self-mockingly curled her lips, put down the baseball bat in her hand, and headed upstairs.

Tang Yige returned to the photo studio this time mainly to get some clothes to change.

So as soon as she went upstairs, Tang Yige went straight to the wardrobe.

Suddenly, her foot was abruptly tripped.

Tang Yige let out a light cry, completely unguarded, she abruptly fell forward.

"Ah..."

Tang Yige instinctively shut her eyes tightly, her face wrinkled like a bao.

Originally she thought she would tragically hit the hard wooden floor.

But unexpectedly, the anticipated impact didn’t arrive, welcoming her was something not too soft but also not as hard as the floor.

Tang Yige was not very hurt, just startled.

Especially where her face rested, there were even contours!

Tang Yige widened her eyes, her face stiffening.

After a while, Yige slowly raised her head and looked down.

The first thing she saw was a black undulating chest... yes, a chest!

Tang Yige couldn’t help but inhale, stiffly looking upwards.

When she saw the bearded face lying between her wardrobe and bed, Tang Yige’s pupils trembled violently, her breath became softer.

Her eyes focused intensely on the man’s decadent yet still undeniably handsome face.

Tang Yige never imagined she would see this face here.